September StarsA Poem by CookeCody
I had a dream last night; you were drunk and there were so many stars. You were happy, excited for something-I think it was me. We laid under a sky of diamonds. We sang without opening our mouths. We harmonized with no sound at all. You weren't here when I woke up. You hadn't been here at all, actually, but I missed you.
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